Post marathon recovery is getting off the tarmac. I’ve been going through some interesting mental games. At least that’s what I think is happening. For example, I made it out the door late in the afternoon yesterday for my scheduled 3 mile run. As I laced my shoes, everything was hurting. Knees. Hips. Quads. Psyche.
The onshores were blowing something fierce, so I ran “backwards” – toward the ocean on my way out so the wind would be at my back on the return (see, I *am* as smart as a family pet). What happened next has left me a little befuddled. An effortless run. Jeff Beck on the iPod. No pain. Not breathing real hard. Easy three miles at an average pace of 9:16, which included a hill climb at the end. Go figure. I’m calling mental thing here….
Today I’ll hit the track for 16 or so circles…..